Jesus fucking Christ.

The Who By Numbers May not be the best “album” per say, but overall has some of Townshend’s best and most underrated writing... Ok, once you set Squeezebox aside....

Dickhead Kirk 

I’m glad to hear I’m not alone in disliking Magnolia on first view. Over the years I’ve come to appreciate it fir its parts rather than the whole. I’ve always considered myself a PTA fan, but have come to realize lately that it’s more that I’m more a fan of Boogue Nights and that alone has lead me to keep giving his…

The MAGA scum always boast about the “Trump Train”. That train is definitely held together by racial epithets. 

The Sugar Crisp bear wins for both his smooth voice and this Simpsons reference:

I never thought I’d pine for the days where the most annoying trailer trope was the “record scratch > music stops > say the punchline” thing.

Yeah, Trump proves you can be both dumb AND callous/venomous

So Faye Dunaway will have to cast the deciding vote.

It was filmed as Blue Balls Harvest

The KY Generation. The only ones who can clean up the mess of the tightass Boomers. 

Rumors have it that Spielberg and Frank Marshall were a little too conveniently out of the country for most of the next year working on Temple of Doom, perhaps purposely until after the trial was finished so they couldn’t testify or be subpoenaed.

That’s good to hear. 

That’s my feeling too. I found him fairly funny but the overly “wow, everyone needs to be more woke like me” persona felt a little cloying and pandering, so the babe.net piece confirmed that for me. Then early reports from these new shows say his pendulum has now swung to the opposite direction of “wow, everyone is…

Now now. In order to cluck cluck about how awful the corporate overlords at Amazon are, we must make sure our corporate overlords behind HBO get their due.

I’d love a Twilight Zone variation on this premise where he is driven mad trying to figure out that chord and is never able to capitalize on their music.

And Tina Yothers is still ignored. Sounds about right. 

I’ve rewatched that performance of When I Paint My Masterpiece a few times. He’s mesmerizing, especially being playful after someone tugs his shirt sleeve on the “young girls pullin’ muscles” line.

This comment reads perfectly in Kelsey Grammer’s voice. Now I want a Frasier reboot where, rather than quibbling about Opera or Noel Coward he’s obsessed with the folk/beatnik scene in the 60s. 

Although she may be difficult to work with, apparently you only need a few tips from a website to date Natalie Dormer.